Cecily: You are lucky you broke up in the spring. It’s a gentler time for the soul.
friends
Alexander, on Portland.
Alexander: The weather here is as tepid as the people and it’s resettling me into my malaise.
Alexander, on the sun in the east.
Alexander: I very heavily feng shui-ed my flat and in the process came to remember that the sun shall forever rise in the east. Maybe it’s the Yerba Mate, but I feel… well, not addled with malaise or cravings for non-vegan Haagen Dazs. Even Simon and Garfunkel aren’t eliciting their usual doldrums.
Two friends, on the conventional.
Arnaud: Who is Lina?
Cecily: A good friend of mine.
Arnaud: I have seen her in photographs. She is extraordinarily gorgeous. Is she weird, or desperately conventional?
Two friends, on weddings.
Cecily: Jonathan loves churches. If only we could have a non-denominational wedding in a Catholic cathedral. Or a mosque.
Alexander: Perhaps a nice, non-denominational meadow? I’m getting married in a whiskey library.
Two friends, on hearts.
Cecily: You are wonderfully intelligent and kind and generous and wicked.
Arnaud: Thank you. That warms my cold heart.
Cecily: Your heart is not cold. You are simply delusional.
Arnaud, on pregnancy.
Arnaud: This afternoon, I will meet the girl in Bordeaux for whom my love is unrequited. She just told me that she is pregnant once again. I will binge-drink to celebrate it.
Maurice, on mental health.
Maurice: In 2003, they put me in a mental hospital and diagnosed me with bipolar. But I wouldn’t take their fucking meds. I’m proud to be bipolar!
Alexander, on a schnauzer.
Alexander: One more love disappointment and I’m buying a miniature schnauzer, naming it Machiavelli, and calling it a day on dating.
Three friends, on Carlo.
Maurice: Does Count Carlo have a passion?
Cecily: He enjoys art.
Raj: And women.
Maurice: And food!
Cecily: He’s Italian.
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